Having said all that in my last post here:
30 odd years ago I was unemployed and too old for the CES to find me a job (their words - not mine)so I doorknocked a lot of places near my home and luckily snagged a job with a timber and hardware place. Though I'd just completed matriculation as an adult student and done 1 year of a B Sc degree (family illness killed my uni days off) all I could get was a place in the timber yard, racking, loading and preparing timber sales orders. There were 4 other staff in the draughty old timber warehouse. An old Pom near retirement, a little fat guy full of his own importance, a croation fork lift driver and the Fonz. The Fonz thought he was the ducks guts. He had one of those duck hairstyles, an Errol Flynn moustache, a swagger like middleweight boxer and an attitude to match. He always had a lit fag in his mouth and he "owned" the most comfortable chair in the lunch-room. Into this environment came I. On introductions the Fonz hit me with a gimlet stare and declared he was in charge and he owned the best chair. I laughed thinking he was joking. He got nasty real quick. Anyway for the next few weeks he needled me, hid my lunch, added cold milk to my coffee when the cup was half empty and left fag butts everywhere and blamed me for it. One day I was sitting in "his" chair on the phone to a customer and I noticed him standing in the doorway looking really peeved. I finished the call and he scruffed me by the shirt and pulled me out of the chair. I'd had enough. I said, Foxy (his last name was Fox), I'm tired of your infantile behaviour (the words I used) so why don't we go round the back and sort it out. And when you go home looking like a war casualty you'll only have yourself to blame you idiot d -head". I took my work shirt off and headed round the back of the timber store.
He didn't follow. He never carried on or made a threat again. In fact we ended up good mates. Unfortunately the fags killed him.
The other problem was that his behaviour made the other 2 guys stand-offish towards me because they didn't want to offend him.
The moral of the story - nip it in the bud and stand up for yourself. :wink: